Sugar Hollow

The amount of goods on display was impressive, though it looks like it mostly sweets. When the main greets them Toliver grins and comes tot he counter placing his hands don and saying in his booming voice. "Greeting yourself shopkeep, I am Toliver Wulfric and that." He gestures to Limi who was standing near the back. "Is my brother Fedlimid" He turns back to the shopkeeper and continues with jovial cheere. "We are traveling mercenaries and we've found that our packs grow light. We need bread, dry meats, cheeses, and anything else that will withstand the rigors of travel. I could also use a new sturdy pair of socks if you have any for sale." 

Yori looked down the hall as Waltz pointed to the other end of the house indicating where the tub was locating, offering a small nod as the man got up to start the flame allowing the water to be warmed. He followed the man with those golden hues while remaining seated until he returned a while later—once it had be started.

”Thank you.” offered simply it had been a while since Yori had been able to enjoy the comforts of home and a nice bath after a long day was just the thing he needed though in actuality the Priest had only managed to walk a couple of miles before the heat of the day had started to afflict him- combined with the efforts of cleansing the trees the priest was thoroughly wiped out.

Quietly he mused to himself while the water was allowed to warm, thankfully the temperature of scarcely concerned him anymore. ”Are you familiar with Misogi?” he asked. ”It’s a ritual in which one sits beneath a waterfall in order to cleanse their spirits. It can be quite refreshing as well.” if not a bit chilling. He pondered a moment on Walt’s own question. ”I intend to leave as soon as I’m able- and my services here are no longer required.” he gave a reply; while pondering the various treats that were available at the bakery, though even if he had stopped by to try a sample the male had no coin to his name.

He rose, perhaps a bit too quickly swaying slightly upon unsteady feet as the alcohol rushed straight to his head, he stumbled with a soft clatter as he knocked his staff over and it came crashing to the ground, while catching himself upon the edge of the table and the armrest. Remaining motionless as he attempted to gather his senses. He offered a muted apology before slowly rising and began to make his way down the hall to where the bath was, swaying back and forth like the pendulum of a clock, finally he reached the bathroom, and turned the tap as instructed. 

A cloud of steam rose as the tub was slowly filled. Smaller than the tubs at the Cathedral, which were inset in the ground and spanned across entire rooms but it would do just the same , he closed the door behind him before slipping easily from his robes , bells jingling softly with each subtle movement. Sliding into the water afterward – the mixture of the heat combined with alcohol relaxing weary muscles. He slid down allowing the water to overtake him. Starring up blankly at the ceiling-- he kicked the water off once the basin was filled and merely soaked. A minute passed, steam gently caressed against his skin, then another, until darkness had overtaken him. Waltz would hear silence for the longest time and if the man bothered to check on the priest there come no reply. 

He sure as hell stayed away from the counter - the gentleman was friendly but an usher for his agenda. As most businessmen were. But he left his brother to it and continued letting his gaze wander around the shop - actually meeting the gaze of the young girl behind the shelf for just a brief second.

Just as quickly that she turned away, so did he - at least he didn't show a change in color. Instead, he seemed a bit ruffled - why were people always staring? Why?

The shopkeeper smiled. The fact that the adventurers weren't picky meant that they weren't on a particularly strict budget. Perhaps he'd be able to convince them to splurge a little. Surely, adventurers would like sweet cakes and hard candies! Maybe they'd prefer softer bedrolls, or warmer blankets. Who could tell. First, however, he set about gathering the hardy foods that the man had asked for.

"The preserves are quite well preserved, in fact, sir. I've heard stories that jars have been sealed up, then opened years later and found to be in as good a shape as fresh jams. Personally, I've never seen a jar of cherry preserve last that long. They've usually all been eaten within a couple of weeks!"

He gathered smoked meats, crackers, dried vegetables, and salted fish and put them on the counter, along with a generous bag of dried cherries. Meanwhile, the girl peeked out from behind the shelf again, staring right at Fedlimid. After a moment, she spoke, barely above a whisper.

"Um...are you a mage, sir? Y-you're dressed like one...at least like the ones in books. I-I've never seen a real mage before..."

If he glanced over again, she would turn bright red once more and stop talking. The shopkeeper glanced over at her, sighing.

"Lola, please don't bother the customers."

By the time the priest had awoken the water was cold and the air a was clear a prevalent chill in the air from the absence of steam eyes slowly fluttered open starring up at the ceiling, noting the cross of the beams. Long white strands of hair spilled over the edge of the tub and floated lightly across the surface of the water – and an already thin priest was that much more shriveled as he rose water dripping lightly from his form to spill across the surface of the water. The room spun for an instance and there was a dull pounding in the back of his head. A chill crept along his spine as the air brushed light against his skin. Slowly he moved over the edge, careful not trip and looked for something to dry himself with, afterward he slipped on his ceremonial robes and began to affix the many golden bells into his hair which proved to be quite tedious without the aid of his attendants. Though soon he was mad presentable once more and he moved to open the door, stepping out into the hall. Wondering how long he had been asleep for. He returned to the living-room spotting the slumbering form of Waltz, as it seemed the both had the same idea. A smile creeping across his lips before he moved to sit upon the couch once more.

Yori looked over the male as he began to stir from his slumber before promptly moving to close the blinds blocking the unforgiving light. The priest was thankful for this as well. His own head continued to pulse though perhaps not as strongly as his host as he had less to drink.

”I may be wrong, but I don’t think the tub is meant for sleeping.”

Nodding slowly, he turned and made his way back towards the kitchen as indicated taking hold of the kettle; which he filled with water from the tap before setting it on the stove. Golden hues narrowed as he kneeled to peer into the cavity- checking the kindling. The latch groaned softly as he swung the arm outward before pulling the iron door open. A couple of logs were placed upon the rack; briefly he looked for something to light it with. Not that it really mattered to the priests instead he turned his gaze towards the logs. Drawing a faint breath as he focused his senses once more. A sliver of light flashed within twin pupils. And smoke slowly began to rise followed by a spark, and soon a bright orange flame began to creep across the surface of the logs. He shut the door before bolting it shut once more leaving the kettle to simmer atop the stove. Rummaging through the cupboards until he found two cups which were set upon the countertop.

Digits curled around the small canister of tea popping off the lid to examine the contents – though he returned it to the counter and instead reached into the folds of his own yukata, drawing out a small pouch which was used to store tea. He set a few leaves into each of the cups. By then the kettle began to sing as steam escaped the spout indicating that the water was at a boil, each cup were filled before bringing them both to the living-room setting the cup upon the coffee – table in front of Waltz. He would notice the faint flowery scent of Jasmine. The tea itself produced by his own order.

“I hope you like it.”

Toli had caught Limi's glare but it just made the older man chuckle, at least until he felt the peach impact with his cloak-clad shoulder. When the impact hits Toli lets out a loud booming roll of laughter and then flicks the cherry jam covered stick towards Limi. "It is good your jams will last, as I said as long as it travels well I want it." The large man examines the items placed on the counter and nods in approval at the selection, before yelling at his brother. "Do you want anything Limi?" He turns and spots his brother chatting to the young woman. "Careful there little miss, you keep talking to him and he might scowl so hard his face stays that way." The big man clearly delighted in teasing his sibling, though it was all said in such a tone that it was clearly good fun.

Fedlimid flailed in some attempt to avoid the sticky stick covered in jam, but it stuck easily to his sleeve. Ok, NOW he was going to make his brother pay for that - one way or another.

"... something to hit you with," he grumbles bitterly as he peels the stick from his arm and glanced around for a trash bin to toss it into.

The faint whisper caught his attention, and he found himself struggling to make eye contact with the girl again. His social skills certainly left something to be desired. At the question, he brought a hand up to rub the back of his neck in a nervous gesture - how did he answer that without making a ruckus? And what did he show her? And how did he do this without getting her in trouble with her grandfather? For now, he's quiet and inactive.

The shopkeeper counted out the coins, grinning happily. His teeth were false, but it didn't make the smile any less genuine. It was a good sale, and he hoped that his customers would be happy with what they had purchased. When Toliver mentioned the socks, he nodded and headed off into the shop to retrieve the socks. He didn't usually sell socks to locals (as they usually knitted their own) so they were in the back of the store. When Toliver told Fedlimid to stop flirting, Lola gasped and flushed once more. It couldn't possibly be good for her heart, turning red like that so often. Mortified, she turned and ran from the pair into the back of the shop.